Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

When I first met you, you were dressed in iron armor and a black robe, looking very smart!

With the clatter of hooves echoing across the ground, the sound of horses' hooves slowly swept through the capital, and the Mo family army, which had been stationed at the high tower in the northern desert for generations, finally appeared.

The leader was named Mo Xuanyu, wearing iron helmet and silver armor. He rode his prized horse, which had been galloping wildly in the northern desert since childhood, with a red-tasseled spear in one hand, shattering the overwhelming red remnants of the fallen capital.

Beside him, exuding an imposing and powerful aura, stood General Mo Zhengbian.

"Brother, is this the capital?!" Mo Fanfan's carriage was surrounded by the Mo family army, with tight defenses, showing how much the Mo family doted on their youngest daughter.

"Hahaha, yes, sis!!"

"This is the capital you've been longing for, hahaha, and the Crown Prince you've been longing for still lives in the imperial palace here!" Mo Xuanyu teased his younger sister, Mo Fanfan, who was timidly peeking into the capital from behind the curtain of the carriage.

"Oh, brother!!" Mo Fanfan blushed and shyly hid herself inside the carriage.

"Ayu, watch your step! This is the capital. If someone with ulterior motives hears this, it could bring disaster upon you!" General Mo warned Mo Xuanyu in a low, serious voice.

"Yes, Father!!" Mo Xuanyu pouted and fell silent, feeling quite uncomfortable.

The people of the capital made way for the army, all turning their heads to watch the mighty procession.

Passerby A, still munching on sunflower seeds, looked puzzled and exclaimed, "Wow! Which powerful family is this? Look at this!"

The second vendor, Passerby A, quickly put down the half-roasted sweet potato he was holding and rushed into the crowd to see what was going on: "This is the Mo family, who have been stationed at the high tower in the northern desert for generations, not a family from the capital!"

"What?! The Northern Desert Tower?!"

"Hahaha, look at you, so naive! The Emperor's selection of concubines has taken place, and this young lady from the Mo family has been chosen. That's why the Mo family, who are stationed far away in the northern desert, have appeared in the capital!"

"Oh my, I know about this. I just think the name 'Mobei High Tower' sounds nice; it sounds familiar!"

"Damn it! Shut up! You don't care about your life, but I do!" Passerby A2 quickly covered the mouth of the enthusiastic citizen who was eating sunflower seeds with great enthusiasm.

"Ouch! Let go! I'm suffocating! I understand, royal secrets, we must not discuss them!!"

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Qianqianlu stared at the enthusiastic citizens downstairs, who were chattering away, and found it quite amusing.

The little tyrant beside him kept his eyes fixed on Mo Fanfan's carriage, displaying extreme tenderness and affection.

Suddenly, whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

As a familiar sound rang out, a barrage of cold arrows, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, rained down on the Mo family army that was entering the imperial palace.

Just as the cold arrow was about to hit General Mo's neck, Qianqian quickly jumped down from the high building and kicked the arrow away.

"Someone's attacking! Protect the patriarch and young lady!!" Mo Xuanyu shouted, panting as he deflected the arrow with his spear.

The onlookers had already hidden themselves in unknown corner shops to watch the fight unfold.

Young Master Luo descended from the sky, dressed in a green robe and a tight-fitting outfit. His graceful figure was even more nimble than the countless fallen petals in the capital. With a swift kick, he sent the hidden arrow flying and saved General Mo's life.

The handsome man was exceptionally beautiful, and his jade-like face left Mo Xuanyu stunned for a moment, oblivious to the assassin above his head.

"General, be careful!!!" Qianqianluo drew Mo Xuanyu's spear and pierced the body of the assassin who was swinging his knife above his head.

"Oh! Thank you, brother!!" Mo Xuanyu came to his senses and drew his cold sword from his horse to fight the assassins who were chasing after him.

The top floor of the number one tavern in the capital!!!

"Your Highness, should we go downstairs to help?!" Mei Ziye stared at the increasing number of black-clad assassins, quite worried.

"No rush! With Young Master Luo here, you're all right!" The little tyrant coldly flicked his sleeves, plopped down on a chair on the top floor, propped his head up, and watched the fight below with great interest.

Qianqianluo was truly exasperated. The number of assassins was increasing, and they kept attacking Miss Mo's carriage. She stood on the roof of the carriage to protect it, her whole body and face covered in blood.

Mo Xuanyu and General Mo stood guard on either side of the carriage. In just a quarter of an hour, only Mo Xuanyu and General Mo remained of the Mo family army.

As Mo Zheng stared at the soldiers who had fought alongside him for over a decade lying dead in this foreign land, he felt a deep sense of desolation and sorrow.

"Damn it, why isn't the little tyrant here to rescue us yet?!" Qianqian gritted her teeth, flew into the carriage, and kicked away the assassin who was trying to kill Mo Fanfan.

"Waaaaah, Miss, it's so scary!!" Tu'er huddled in the carriage, hugging her mistress, her body trembling.

"Tu'er, let me go! I want to get off the carriage to see my brother and father!" Mo Fanfan pushed the servant Tu'er away forcefully and made a move to dismount.

Before they could react, an assassin rushed into the carriage.

Seeing this, Qianqianluo also flew into the carriage, pulled out the cold arrow stuck in her body, and shot the assassin through the throat.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!" Tu'er screamed and cried out in terror as she saw blood gushing out and staining her young lady's entire body.

Mo Fanfan blankly raised her hand to wipe her face, which was covered in dirty blood, and then fainted.

"Miss!!"

"Miss!!!!" Tu'er cried and crawled to Mo Fanfan's side, hugging her young mistress with snot and tears streaming down her face.

After Qianqian pushed the assassin who had just entered the carriage out of the carriage with her bare hands, she immediately turned around, picked up Tu'er and Mo Fanfan, and quickly flew out of the carriage.

"Fanfan!!" Mo Xuanyu, his face covered in blood, caught his little sister.

"Waaaaah! Young master, waaaaah! Miss has fainted!!" Tu'er cried as she stepped out of Qianqian's arms.

Qianqian casually tore off her outer robe and stepped forward to block the flying arrow aimed at General Mo.

"Your Highness!!!" Seeing that there were more and more assassins and that Miss Fanfan was also injured, Mei Ziye quickly spoke up to warn him.

"Okay! Go!"

"Yes, General Mo obeys!" Mei Ziye, accompanied by his personal guards, immediately flew downstairs to rush to the rescue.

"How dare you! Under the Emperor's nose, how can you indiscriminately kill such an honored guest!" Mei Ziye said, and then brandished her cold blade and engaged in a fierce battle with a group of Eastern Palace guards.

"Cough cough cough cough!!" Qianqianluo saw that the rescue had arrived, so she collapsed to the ground with relief, coughing and panting weakly.

A spurt of blood splattered onto her hand covering her mouth. Looking at the pool of blood she coughed up, Qianqian smiled with relief and lay down on the carriage wheel with her eyes closed.

"Young master, young master, don't sleep, wake up!" General Mo anxiously raised his hand and tapped Qianqian's face, which was covered in blood and whose features were no longer visible.

"Young Master! Young Master, wake up!!!" Mo Xuanyu also stopped fighting and anxiously carried his little sister to check on the situation.

"Get out of the way!!" The little tyrant also leaped down from upstairs, walked up to Qianqian, and spoke calmly.

The young tyrant, dressed in a blue robe and white gown, was spotless, and even had the scent of sandalwood that had been lingering on the rooftop for a long time emanating from him. His eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and his lips were stunningly beautiful.